She bore no more than other women bore,
but in her belly's globe that desert night the earth's
full burden swayed.
- From DESCENDING THEOLOGY: THE NATIVITY by Mary Karr
After a day full of noise -- the big, banging, beautiful noise of paper tearing, cars vrooming, blocks crashing, timers beeping, toddlers taunting and friends & family laughing -- the house is quiet. Save for the television and low grunts of the football players and occasional roars of the crowd gathered 'round, shivering and shaking against the biting night air.
I am filled with food and drink and the yearning for sleep. I am filled with gratitude. I am filled with pure, peaceful joy.
The spirit of Christmas has come upon me in so many ways this year. Through celebrations and connections with friends, old and new. In books, poetry and music. Through a renewed relationship with God and church, one that is quiet and intense, joyful and inspiring.
And through the constant love of -- and for -- husband and son. Today and everyday. What joy they give me. Our day has ended as it began. Quiet. Just the three of us. Hugging and laughing, telling stories and dreaming about what will come tomorrow.
Christmas Day may be flickering at its end, but my, the memories of my sweet son's third Christmas will endure. Photos will follow soon. Cannot wait to share the joy with you. Merry Christmas.
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